everything bleeds

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IkE, another bloody Ebook

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Will perhaps start a kick starter campaign to launch a hard copy based on response to this soft launch.

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Etre
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tinks' smitton.

House coat, taking the time really enjoy the house coat; tu me manques.

Wrestling through laundry for a spare of: tinks'

distracted; tinks' I'll save the note to settle. Reading the letter. If we were yarn and needle; we'd knit a fine sweater.

love you,

rosie baby.

on the inside out.

a girl passed by,

once, twice, three times it be.

along side her,

an Ed Hardy plastic bit,

( how and why do we breed people like this into our society,

and what is their real functionality, come on.. really? )

chewing for a stare,

sorry doll,

just because I don't respond,

doesn't mean your not there.

you huff, ( ha, save it. )

( stare for a glare... frozen now? )

I see.. the real you,

on the inside out.

Just plain ugly.

Make up, and blonde...

( you called it. )

oh, and a boyfriend with a rapist wit,

and bad coke habit.

Usually,

a functioning human being spawns,

an intellectual conversation,

after body language starts.

And it's not like I'm say there was sparks..

your just a digestive muse.

you.. grunt?

seriously?

Butt sounds verbally?

Good for you.

And I feel sorry for you,

and for that..

I wish you're blessed upon,

with the birth of thousand retards.

mentally, i'm visually pleased.

spark a career,

in a autistic daze.

coined phrase,

a play on innocence.

stetching it out,

on many levels,

just like that day.

i didn't want to say,

but knew it to be true.

i didn't want to hurt you,

but it was the only way,

i could truly give you everything.

and in the now,

too see past the glitches,

the stitches,

rosaries,

and bath bleaches.

leaving a thick stain on my soul.

through silent screams,

an unexplained muse of pain,

towering over buildings,

cut the dead air down,

silence.

fading away,

only to return,

to truly see,

the circle is almost complete.

and what a pretty little picture it is.

In the year of revised 80's theme and pseudo pastel colours, and yet still repressed from the 90's (2004 yep), I helped a best friend at the time with a demo reel. While conducting the catch phrase tidbits, I strung out on paper the next 6 years of my life. Scary but true, I still have the images burnt into the back of my brain.

I didn't think about the precursor until two minutes ago when I realized that my life was completely in lined. From my work line up, to health problems, to social interactions, all the way into my current situation and work status.

Funny to think about really, I went into my storage area to search for the illustration, but with no luck, it was no where to be found.

( Believe it, if I find it I will post it, and if you know me, it makes perfect sense all too well. )

So, tangle me in telephone wires.

Because deep down inside,

I know that this is only the beginning.

And you know it too.

( it's a funny to think about, but it's only when death knocks on your door, that you truly start to live... so, bring it. )

current mood... happy as fuck.

the eternal.

in a single second,

life is created,

in that frequency,

we can,

potentially,

if you just listen right,

as well as you say it.

feel it.

anything and everything will be yours,

in that moment,

feeding,

the life you are given.

Learn..

Overcome...

View..

Engage..

l'amour å la morte.

bleed Poetry - c5.

the mad parade.